His mother, ample in weight and love, watches behind eyes of compassion Eyes having seen divorced parents, Vietnam, the Munich Massacre, the oil crisis Sinister and sickening affairs in this cruel world For she had suffered so he would never have to She would have given him the world if she could

The bloodshot eyes of the teenager, once a little boy Watching as empty pill bottles fall to the floor These are his toys now Coddled and indulged, apathetic and an addict The teddy bear on the shelf, the only witness

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